Love Poem No.19

You sit down on your blue exercise ball
with a full cup of coffee in one hand
and your iPhone in the other
 
then proceed to raise your feet off the ground
and say I’ve just got to find my balance.
All the while I’m silently freaked, watching you from my
 
dependable straight-backed chair thinking
Dear god, you’re gonna spill that coffee on the rug.
But this is how love begins these mornings
 
in the middle of our still-married lives,
you perched atop the world like some deity,
me noticing I’ve dribbled joe on my white t-shirt.
 

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2 Comments

  1. pastordt on July 4, 2014 at 7:01 pm

    LOVE this – thanks for the laugh. Man, I needed one.

  2. Laura DeFilippo on July 5, 2014 at 1:35 pm

    giggle, says the 26 married years wife…

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